Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.